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Extra Sauce
by Cezar Wok
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Tell 'em what it do, Paolo
Zwerega, prea mult ice
Diamonds drip like Voss
Ooh I got extra sauce
I roll a blunt on Mars (Skrrt), just vibin'
On a star, I don't know who to trust
Peso gon' Milly Rock
I'm sneaking through yo' block like some dental floss
And I keep a nine (Nine) 'round my arm (Yeah)
I shoot for the kill like some aim bot (Aim bot)
I-I-I could take a bitch and put that hoe on pause (Yeah-ah-ah)
Don't plot on me, I see you from across
I ran it up, huh (Wok, Wok!)
Hit the plug and my whole city turnt up, sprayin' rappers just like bugs
Mr. Wok, and we ain't 'bout that talk, yeah, alright (We ain't 'bout that talk)
Throw a couple bands, lost weight, now we walk
Hit a lick broad day, they see my bag, they wonder what’s in there (What?)
Beautiful Sunday, on the gram on live, you can't even join
Ten shots now, for anybody, that's not loyal
Just crashed a 'Rari and fixed it in the garage, Carl Johnson
Uh, I just seen that hoe, told that bitch take off yo' crop top (Take it off)
Seen the 'Rari, got the drop top (Skrrt, skrrt)
I was in the studio, they askin' for some new sauce
Y’all wanna be like papa Mr. Wok
Diamonds drip like Voss
Ooh I got extra sauce
I roll a blunt on Mars, just vibin'
On a star, I don't know who to trust
Peso gon' Milly Rock (Milly Rock)
I'm sneaking through yo' block like some dental floss
And I keep a nine (Nine) 'round my arm
I shoot for the kill like some aim bot (Aim bot)
I-I-I could take a bitch and put that hoe on pause
Don't plot on me, I see you from across
Runnin' to the bag, yeah I'm saggin' up my jeans now
Diamonds VVS', you know I make that shit bling now (Bling)
She be on that Wok and I ain’t talkin' 'bout that lean, yeah
Now I’m in a drop, use to be around Kia, ah
Don't fuck with my shottas, they ain't sweet, yeah (Not sweet)
Cezar Wok, I’m addictive like codeine, yeah
Pour a 4, my shit purple, not pink, yeah
Blowin' O’s for my haters, rest in peace, yeah
Tell 'em what it do, Paolo
Zwerega, prea mult ice
Diamonds drip like Voss
Ooh I got extra sauce
I roll a blunt on Mars (Skrrt), just vibin'
On a star, I don't know who to trust
Peso gon' Milly Rock
I'm sneaking through yo' block like some dental floss
And I keep a nine (Nine) 'round my arm (Yeah)
I shoot for the kill like some aim bot (Aim bot)
I-I-I could take a bitch and put that hoe on pause (Yeah-ah-ah)
Don't plot on me, I see you from across
I ran it up, huh (Wok, Wok!)
Hit the plug and my whole city turnt up, sprayin' rappers just like bugs
Mr. Wok, and we ain't 'bout that talk, yeah, alright (We ain't 'bout that talk)
Throw a couple bands, lost weight, now we walk
Hit a lick broad day, they see my bag, they wonder what’s in there (What?)
Beautiful Sunday, on the gram on live, you can't even join
Ten shots now, for anybody, that's not loyal
Just crashed a 'Rari and fixed it in the garage, Carl Johnson
Uh, I just seen that hoe, told that bitch take off yo' crop top (Take it off)
Seen the 'Rari, got the drop top (Skrrt, skrrt)
I was in the studio, they askin' for some new sauce
Y’all wanna be like papa Mr. Wok
Diamonds drip like Voss
Ooh I got extra sauce
I roll a blunt on Mars, just vibin'
On a star, I don't know who to trust
Peso gon' Milly Rock (Milly Rock)
I'm sneaking through yo' block like some dental floss
And I keep a nine (Nine) 'round my arm
I shoot for the kill like some aim bot (Aim bot)
I-I-I could take a bitch and put that hoe on pause
Don't plot on me, I see you from across
Runnin' to the bag, yeah I'm saggin' up my jeans now
Diamonds VVS', you know I make that shit bling now (Bling)
She be on that Wok and I ain’t talkin' 'bout that lean, yeah
Now I’m in a drop, use to be around Kia, ah
Don't fuck with my shottas, they ain't sweet, yeah (Not sweet)
Cezar Wok, I’m addictive like codeine, yeah
Pour a 4, my shit purple, not pink, yeah
Blowin' O’s for my haters, rest in peace, yeah
